NOTHING NEW 2 ME

I be in the bank, finna code switch, take a breath, and my voice go up a pitch
Tell the people I see, lovely day we havin', my sweater and the fit

Set the settings of a hot cocoa in the cabin
I staple Harriet Tubman's to your abdomen
Fine freaks in the background, laughin' and cacklin'
I don't need no majority vote, I'm on my own

I do things that the majority won't because I'm grown
And figure things quick, and have friends flip
And shit get tricky, especially if they tryna count my chili
I'm at the Market Basket, I'm at the Pizza Geno's

I'm at the Combination Market Basket, Pizza Geno's
Auntie playin' Powerball in the bingo hall on El Camino, near the Millbrae Bart Station
She don't believe I'm Filipino, I speak the language fluently
Nobody believin' at first, but that shit ain't nothin' new to me

That shit ain't nothin' new to me
That shit ain't nothin' new to me